i watched you stop kicking the habit & it's ugly head isn't yours it isn't mine. you can't battle demons that aren't your own. so i'm limping from wearing the shoe that hasn't dropped & they're still lying & lying in wait. if they hold it against us they'll push us together. didn't they ? maybe we fell. but i keep catching you watching me. this isn ( Read more... )

they say silence is golden so where's my prize, i should feel like i'm winning. you're still grasping for the straw to break my back and still trying to trick me into picking up the phone. & for what ? the world doesn't work that way & i won't ask why you thought it would. for the first time, darling, i've been dreaming your death, & i know your ( Read more... )

i was born over this bridge this river the water & the first dusk. dripped my birthright down this city streetlamp to sidewalk till i stumbled over this doorstep & two sets of stairs. so i settled in, cross-legged & calm, i folded a long line of paper birds poised for the shock of the air on the other side of the window. in here i keep the stove on ( Read more... )

i swallow all my unsent letters & wonder why i wake up thinner. so i sneak into other people's family dinners, just to hold their hands and bow my head and let someone else be thankful. they murmur grace while i ease into place but i don't want to be served, i'm planning my escape. i steal away to steal bottles of wine from the basement, singing, i ( Read more... )

"Don't eat cheese. There are a million things to eat that are not cheese."

- courtney love

dolce et gabbana est pro patria mori

you, the boat rocking and the swell of the sea, the waves lapping against the hull of my heart. i have set out like so many life rafts for rescue, bobbing at the mercy of your tide & temper, the shift of you to guide me like the phases of the moon. i have not charted this course. i have drifted towards you, windborne, wrapped in sails for ( Read more... )

she said "talk about love ( Read more... )

high stools, dirty glasses, i lean over to watch her. he asks for proof and i have none. we turn around. two women wrap themselves in russian, cigarette smoke, a corner, wasted time. i keep dreaming train tracks; lives getting cheaper. i keep spilling my suitcase, keep on, dreaming train tracks for travel ( Read more... )

i slipped a polaroid into my stocking. we look good together, don't we. we look like a time bomb. i lit cigarettes like fuses. i bit your lip and we started ticking destruction like the words on my hip and the tip of your tongue. we were all bone and live wire and they were watching us, spies for our secrets, jealous for the pins we pulled without ( Read more... )